Saturday 7 March 2015
The Devonshire Arms
And there I was in a pub, the sort of pub in which I felt at
home in as soon as I slipped in through the door, and across the road, in the
distance, the big building that once housed Ind Coope’s brewery stood, reminding me
of Ozymandias and his ruins and the end of things and Burton’s decline, while directly across the road, the Herculean conical
containers of Molson-Coors towered over the road, like a crowd of nosy parkers looking
across the garden fence, but in the Devonshire Arms I felt snug and occupied with
the matter in hand, a glass of beer and an ambience that geared me up for an
hour or two of escape. And you can read my review of this Burton gemstone in
today’s Daily Telegraph here.
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